The Mill Mystery, by Anna Katherine Green

xxvii.

Reparation.

If hearts are weak, souls should at least be strong.

I will be brief, for my short date of breath

Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

ROMEO AND JULIET.

Let me hasten to the end.

When I told Mrs. Pollard that I would suppress that portion of the truth which connected her name with this fatal
affair, I did not of course mean that I would resort to any falsehood or even prevarication. I merely relied upon the
improbability of my being questioned close enough to necessitate my being obliged to reveal the astounding facts which
made this matter a destructive one for the Pollards. And I was right in my calculations. Neither socially, nor at the
formal inquiry before the coroner, was any question raised of relationship between the dead girl and the family in S——;
and this fact, taken with the discreet explanations accorded by Dwight Pollard of his father’s, and afterwards of his
own interest in her, as shown in the letter which he had sent to her address, is the reason why this affair passed
without scandal to the parties concerned.

But not without results for deep down in the heart of one person an influence was at work, destined ere long to
eventuate in the tragedy to which these lines are the clue. Remorse deep as my nature and immovable as my sin, has
gotten hold upon me, and nothing short of death, and death in the very shape from which I fled in such a cowardly
manner, will ever satisfy my soul or allay that burning sense of shame and regret which makes me fear the eye of man
and quake at the thought of eternal justice.

For in a final interview with Dwight Pollard I have become convinced that, however unprincipled his brother might
be, it was with no intention of carrying out his threats that he plunged me into the vat on that fatal night; that,
recognizing the weakness in me, he had resorted to intimidation to ensure his ends; and that all the consequences which
followed might have been averted, if I had but remained true to my trust.

Being a Christian minister, and bound by my creed and faith to resist the devil and face the wrath of men, my
dereliction in this regard acquires an importance not to be measured by the ordinary standard of law or social usage.
For, when I failed to support my principles under trial, Christian faith was betrayed and the avowed power of God put
to mockery and shame. I go, therefore, to the death I then shunned, deliberately, conscientiously, determinedly. For
the sake of God, for the sake of honor, for the sake of those higher principles which it should be the glory of men to
sustain at all risk and in every furnace of affliction, I lay down youth, love, and life, confident that if in so doing
I rob one sweet soul of its happiness, I sow anew in other hearts the seed of that stern belief in God and the
requirements of our faith which my cowardly act must have gone so far to destroy.

May God accept the sacrifice in the spirit in which I perform it, and in His gracious mercy make light, not the
horrors of the pit into which I am about to descend, but the heart of him who must endure them. Whether long or short,
they will be such as He sends me, and the end must be peace.